| There is a Tavern in the town, in the town, and there my true love sits him
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| down, sits him down.
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| And drinks his wine as merry as he can be, and never, never thinks of me.
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| Fare thee well, for I must leave thee, do not let this parting grieve thee
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| And re-member that the best friends must part, must part.
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| Adieu, adieu kind friends, adieu, yes adieu
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| I can no longer stay with you, stay with you
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| I’ll hang my harp on the weeping willow tree, and may the world go well with
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| thee
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| He left me for a damsel dark, damsel dark
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| Each Friday night they used to spark,
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| And now my love once true to me, takes that dark damsel on his knee.
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| Fare thee well, for I must leave thee, do not let this parting grieve thee
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| And re-member that the best friends must part, must part.
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| Adieu, afieu kind friends, adieu, yes adieu
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| Oh dig my grave both wide and deep.
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| Put tombstones at my head and feet.
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| And on my breast carve a turtle dove, to signify I died of love
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| Fare thee well, for I must leave thee, do not let this parting grieve thee.
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| And re-member that the best friends must part, must part.
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| Adieu, adieu kind friends, adieu, yes adieu. |